A Year Older, Not Necessarily Wiser I Am

After my sixteen, committee member meeting (those who showed of twenty-two), the sixty-seven year-old now turned sixty-eight year old runner, who kicked my ass on a trail last year, inquired if I was planning to run the 10k this week-end. Initially, I declined because I needed to recover from this week-end's marathon. However, I took the bait.

We spoke about this last week-end's marathon and his upcoming senior, "National Invitational Only Race". Yep, my adrenalin was getting the best of me despite my sore quads, two blisters and what-ever the heck is going on with my left foot..."Yea, I'm ready!" Truly, he's a great guy whom I deeply respect as a runner and for his community involvement and worldly knowledge but he was tempting me with his language, "Running!"

"Yea, let's race!" I thought. Sometimes, there's no control over the mind and the body -- much like me and pizza.

With my obvious limp and weak legs, the wife and he recommended else-wise. Despite this mere temporary, physical condition mind you, since last year, I'm also a year older and wiser as well! Did I write, wiser? Hmmm... the jury is out on this one, indeed.